martial law

Adhering to the principle that who benefits, who is suspected, it would be strange if the top management of the Qing Gang did not doubt their own power.

Glancing at Karen, they fell silent.

Chen Changshun rubbed his face that was frozen by the cool night wind, and said softly: "Xiao Lian, your father has suffered a terrible misfortune, I have brought him back, and he is on the carriage at the street corner.

Are you going to Shanghai with Second Uncle now, or..."

My niece is lucky, someone would take such a big risk to help her.

Obviously, the person who made the shot had a good relationship with her.

Chen Changshun originally wanted to take Xianglian to Shanghai and join Yundu Theater, but at this moment he hesitated.

He didn't know which kind of life would be better for his poor niece.

"Take me to Shanghai, Second Uncle."

Hatred and awareness flashed in Karen's eyes.

"I finally understand that there is no status, just like weeds on the ground and ants in the corner, anyone can trample and crush them to death."

She didn't know who killed her father.

I don't know who gave the order to arrest him.

However, she knew that these bad guys were all gangsters, and that was enough.

"Well, there is always a chance for revenge. In Shanghai, the Qing Gang can't cover the sky with one hand..." Chen Changshun's heart moved, he looked at Xianglian's beautiful face, and nodded in agreement.

At this time, a thin man walked into the house quietly and whispered: "That man really left, he probably doesn't want to deal with us."

Chen Changshun had a look of regret on his face, and he smiled: "He is a person who does great things, and his temper is extremely cautious. However, he thought that no one would guess his origin, but he underestimated me too much."

Taking a closer look at the corpses of the gangsters in the house, Chen Changshun smiled slightly, rubbed Xianglian's hair, and said softly, "Let's go, no one will dare to bully you again, Second Uncle swears..."

Although he was smiling, if he was careful, he could see that his eyeballs were red, and under the light of the giant butter candle, his eye sockets were slightly shining with moist luster.

A group of people came out one after another.

The tough men with guns seemed to be very disciplined, and they perfectly avoided the corpses lying on the ground while walking.

Even the short guns that fell on the ground, and the scattered tables and chairs did not disturb the slightest.

If Yang Lin hadn't seen them go in and come out with his own eyes, if he just watched the scene, if he didn't pay attention, he would think that the third group never came.

Yang Lin breathed calmly, without making a sound, lying on the grass outside the house, quietly listening to the street carriage heading out of the city.

Quietly waiting for the butter candle to burn out and lose the last bit of brilliance.

Out of the corner of his eagle-like sharp eyes, he could vaguely see a figure walking out from behind the crooked-neck tree at the end of the alley, stood there for a while, turned around and jumped and ran away.

'This time, it's really all gone. '

"Who are they? They look very well-trained."

Yang Lin thought about it carefully, and felt that if he had to choose, he would rather deal with Zhu Shijie's gang of gangsters than deal with these seemingly inconspicuous teams.

Although, including Chen Changshun, there were only seven people in this group.

They are well-trained, cooperate tacitly, follow orders and prohibit, but they are also extremely careful.

If you really fight, and if you cooperate with these people's accurate marksmanship, you may not be able to please yourself.

Thinking of Zhu Shijie being shot in the vitals while running on the roof in the dark night, he immediately fell down the street without saying a word.

Yang Lin couldn't help but sigh that the world is dangerous.

"Xiang Lian still has such a second uncle. No wonder, the father and daughter have been staying in Hangzhou, staying in order to wait for someone, regardless of my warning, which is understandable. '

'It's a pity that the person who was waiting came too late...'

'I hope she has a safe journey here. '

Seeing that the night was getting dark, Yang Lin had finished what he was supposed to do, he just felt comfortable physically and mentally, and the flow of Qi and blood became smoother.

Practicing martial arts not only cultivates the body, but also cultivates the mind.

When the mind is calm, the mind is alive, and when the mind is alive, the body is healthy.

It's a complementary thing.

Therefore, a warrior can be defeated, but he must not be humiliated, and he must not shrink back, because once the heart is accepted, it will be difficult to make progress in martial arts. Come hard.

Consciously gaining some understanding of martial arts, Yang Lin made a big circle, stopped several times on the way, and rested for a while to see if no one was following him, and then wandered to the west courtyard wall of his mansion.

Although the previous battle was not long, the birthmark on his chest was slightly hot in the two confrontations at critical moments.

At that time, it was hard to take a closer look, but I only remember one time when I defeated Zhu Shijie and completely secured the victory, a reminder of +10 prestige floated in front of my eyes.

Later, when confronting the team of gunmen in the dark in the house, the man named Gangzi touched his side, and the pistol was about to be fired, which was also very thrilling.

At the last moment, I smelled a strange smell in my nose and sensed the murderous intent, so I took the first shot and knocked that person out, which also gave me a reminder of +3 reputation.

How much prestige is gained.

It is already certain that it should be related to the strength of the opponent.

Zhu Shijie is in the stage of full energy, with rounded energy and smooth blood. Because of practicing Fuhu Fist, his strength is actually a little stronger than himself.

'An opponent of this level can only give ten points? '

Yang Lin felt a little regretful.

Thinking that he had killed ten enemies of the same level as the usual four in a row, but didn't gain any reputation, he was somewhat content.

His own strength is increasing, and if he defeats an enemy several levels lower, he will probably lose his prestige.

As for the gunner behind, roughly judged, he was not as strong as Zhu Shijie, but he was not much weaker with the pistol, and should have reached the Kone level, and it was a surprise to get three points.

What is this rating mechanism?

First of all, the strength should be similar, preferably an opponent of the same level as yourself.

The second point is to have murderous intentions towards yourself, the more dangerous you are, the more prestige you will gain.

This point is doubtful for the time being, and there is no supporting evidence. It is estimated that pure exchange of ideas cannot gain reputation.

The reason is simple, because it is too easy to fake.

Of course, as long as it is a game of life and death, as long as it is an opponent who is stronger than oneself, it doesn't matter whether it is killed or defeated.

At this moment, I calmed down and immersed myself in my thoughts, and then I saw that the green screen handwriting of Yanwu Ling had changed.

[Reputation of Martial Arts Order: 13]

Martial arts: Iron Line Fist (full force) can be improved.

Secret skill: none

name: none

Chapter 017 The Uncle Da Who Knows Everything

'If you leapfrog against enemies in the Mingjin stage, will you have more lucrative income? '

Seeing the green screen falling like a waterfall, seeing the number 13, and the sign that Iron Wire Fist could be improved, Yang Lin felt joyful and at the same time had some wild hopes.

Just had this thought in my mind.

He immediately saw his opponent in the Mingjin stage.

But, not the enemy.

Yang Lin jumped up and leaned slightly on the top of the courtyard wall.

In the night, he stretched his body, like a flying civet cat, climbed over the wall and fell into the courtyard.

Before the solid feeling under his feet was fully fed back to his mind, he heard a humming sound in his ears.

'This is the sound of a sledgehammer swinging. '

A wave of vigorous energy and blood rushed towards his face like a burning torch.

Yang Lin squinted his eyes slightly, and saw a faint fist with the size of a vinegar bowl that could hit the heart.

Excited by the strong wind, there was a slight stabbing pain in his chest.

"Good thief, I really caught you."

The fist arrives first, and the sound is heard later.

Uncle Da's old broken gong voice shook Yang Lin's blood.

He didn't even think about it, he moved with his heart, his fists came first, he covered his head and staggered the front of his fists, slightly folded his chest, put his hands on Uncle Da's arms, and flew sideways with his strength.

hum...

Uncle Da's boxing style did not change, his arms flicked.

Yang Lin seemed to hear the vibration of countless iron rings.

Then, with the arms clasped by both hands, there was a vibrating and violent force running along the palms, which made his arms and shoulders feel slightly numb.

boom.

Another muffled sound.

Uncle Da drew an arc with his right hand, his left fist followed like a shadow, and he struck again like chasing the wind and the moon.

This time, it hit Yang Lin's head.

Its momentum is fierce.

The wind was like a tide, making Yang Lin's breathing difficult.

'I can't stop it, I can only dodge, or use my strength to neutralize it. '

A sense of enlightenment rose in his heart.

Knowing that this is definitely not the time to flaunt his strength and attack, looking at Uncle Da's needle-like hair pointing to the sky, and the muscles on his body fully enlarged, he knows that he has completely let go of his temper.

As for himself, he was wearing a black cloth covering his head and wearing a black tights.

He deserved to be beaten to death.

Of course, with Yang Lin's actual combat experience, he could trade injuries for injuries, react to each other, attack Uncle Da's vital points, and win a chance of life.

But why bother?

'Sure enough, one realm and one pass. '

"It's too dangerous to leapfrog to the Ming stage, and the idea of ​​taking shortcuts to earn reputation points is bad." '

This thought crossed my mind.

Yang Lin immediately didn't want to fight anymore.

At the same time, I also made up my mind that I must do a good kick next time.

If he defeated Zhu Shijie, it would be fine if he escaped easily.

Uncle Da, a man who is obviously not good at body and leg skills, forced him to use boxing skills in his own home, and he couldn't dodge, forcing him to fight hard. It can only be said that he still lacks a lot of homework.

He sits on his hips with his waist down, like a heavy weight, his hands are crossed, protecting his head, and his left and right fists are forward and backward, and he punches in a chain.

Two punches were exchanged for one punch, and they hit the side of Uncle Da's fist very accurately.

Tom...

If so, Yang Lin only felt a huge force pushing like a mountain, and he retreated three steps uncontrollably, his chest felt heavy and his blood was slightly blocked.

Uncle Da's face changed drastically.

He was intercepted by these two punches like lightning, and he felt that he could not exert his strength at all.

Although the opponent's strength is not very strong, it is obvious that it has not reached the stage of Ming Jin, and it is far from the divine power.

But for some reason, every time he makes a response, it is extremely fast.

Being able to beat the strong with the weak, and to draw himself evenly, with his 20 years of bridge skills, he just took advantage of the scene.

Is this okay?

If he hadn't just ran to the west courtyard wall to urinate by mistake, he would never have found this enemy, and he would have been in serious trouble if he was touched by the other party to the bedroom of the master's house.

Thinking of this, a fierce light flashed in Uncle Da's eyes.